[fanfic] Lotti/Gil - M - "A Kidnapper's Seduction."
Title: A Kidnapper's Seduction
Author: emorial
For: pandora_kink
Characters: Lotti Baskerville, Gilbert Nightray, Oz Vessalius.
Warnings: Rape, slight bondage, very minor cursing.
Rating: 18+ [ m ]
Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Tragedy
Pairings: Lotti/Gil.
Summary: Lotti kidnapped Oz and tied him up, only to rape the poor servant trying to save him right in front of the young boy's very eyes.
It wasn’t bad that this woman had found his master and tied him up. No, not at all.
The worst part was the advances she had been making while he tried to save Oz.
Maybe if it wasn’t her, just maybe, then he’d be able to save his master from the predicament that they had gotten in. That she had forced them into. Thoughts weren’t exactly in place as he tried calculating ways to getting around her to untie his precious master and rush off to some form of safety.
“What’s the matter, boy? You can’t save the thing most precious to you ~ ?”
“Sh-shut up!”
The smirk on her face grew as a tongue teasingly swept itself over her lips in silent anticipation, a gleam shining in her eye as pink oculars narrowed. The distance had already begun to shorten between the two as the predator cornered her prey with each stride. An unfair advantage between the two was obvious, and Oz could pick up on it easily. To him, it was almost like watching a lioness trap the designated target into a well hidden trap.
This, though, couldn’t compare to how the animal would tear into the flesh of the unsuspecting prey.
Gilbert tried to make a dash out of the corner, but compared to the pink-haired Baskerville, he was far too slow. There was no doubt he would never survive in strength or agility with how quick she slammed him to that wall, creating a thud loud enough to hear across the room that made Oz stare in wide-eyed horror of his poor servant.
“Gil! Are you okay?”
“Little offenders with no ability to do anything should keep quiet when it’s not their turn to scream.”
That voice alone was enough to send a shiver of fear down both Oz’s and Gilbert’s body as another thud could be heard. The woman’s knee hit the wall between the black clad man’s legs, applying pressure to the piece of meat that was the most prized on this prey, the part that she was going after the most. It didn’t help that a low laugh accompanied the advances as the woman pressed closer, pinning him between the cold, hard stone and her warm, soft body. It didn’t take long for Gilbert to realize a hand was gently caressing his cheek, golden eyes widening as he went to try and move, with no avail, again.
“Hey, boy,” she spoke, her voice low, seeping with seduction and lust as she leaned forward to place her mouth against his ear. Her breath ghosted over the skin teasingly, causing a shiver and horrible sense of arousal to course through his body. “Help big sister give a show. I’m sure your voice will outfit the screams perfectly, won’t they ~ ?”
Perhaps it wasn’t the fact that her hand was wrapping around his throat that bothered him the most. It should have, but it wasn’t. Breathing was vital, something he didn’t want to stop, but she wasn’t giving him that honor to draw fresh air into his lungs.
Being beneath her irked him to the point of wishing he had his gun so he could put the barrel to her head and shoot. The fact that her weight was causing friction to his hips and cock had to be the most pleasurable, yet infuriating, thing to have had happened to him to make him try and thrash against the restraints she had weaseled around his wrists.
A whip. Her own damn whip was what she used, and it baffled him on how he let it go unnoticed until the moment had become too late for him to fully realize what was going on.
Even the fact that his arms were tied behind him, making his back press against his arms to pin him even more was absurd. It hurt, and really, it had been a long while since Gilbert had even admitted to a pain like this. His shoulders were strained, his wrists aching at the pressure being placed by his body and causing him to be unable to move, and even his elbows were beginning to throb at the close proximity they were being forced into. Though, when was being molested and sexually abused supposed to be not painful?
“I wonder how loud you can get ~ Hopefully you don’t disappoint me,” the Baskerville spoke, leaning to give his lips a teasing kiss before she moved to brush against the membrane between his legs, her fingers working at the belt and button that kept his pants around his waist. The man’s breath picked up as his gasps pleaded in protest. Though, it was answered with no mercy, as he soon found out the more he struggled and tried to escape, the more amused and lustful the woman became with him.
A cry.
Oz couldn’t help but stare in horror as he watched the Baskerville servant reach into the Nightray’s pants, her hand grasping at the shaft, perhaps just a bit too harshly ( “It’s more pleasurable this way. Trust big sister ~” she’d coo coyly. ), for the man’s body to prepare.
Gasps had already filled the room as her hand, warm and with no lube to help it along quicker, made it’s way with a firm grasp up and down the contours of his cock. His hips had already started trembling, the heat of pleasure making him swell at every little touch she’d tease him with. A tingling sensation went down his legs as he felt the cloth of his pants and underwear slide down his legs, leaving him bare and exposed to the cold of the floor, causing his erection to grow even more.
“S-Stop…!”
“That’s right. Beg for big sister to show mercy,” she purred, letting her tongue trail up from his jaw to just under his eye, a squeeze being applied when she got to the head of his dick, causing another cry to fill the room as a few tears appeared in the black-haired servants eyes. “Show her that you have more in you.”
“Just keep looking cute, alright ~ ?”
Those words weren’t exactly what the man wanted to hear as the woman slid onto him, moving muscles to tighten around him and cause him to give out guilt-filled gasps and moans he didn’t want anyone to hear. Even if she would rather him be louder, just those alone were enough to keep her going, to keep torturing him as she chuckled low in her throat while cocking her head to the side. A smirk revealed itself on those cherry lips that had been corrupting his pure skin for however long this had been taking place.
“W-Wh… what’s so amusing…?” Even that was hard to get out with how raspy his breathing had become, his body trembling as her hand tightened around his throat, body leaning over to take his lips and tongue for a short moment as she contemplated the answer quietly.
Savoring the taste on his lips, she pulled back, chuckling again. “Mm, just thinking of what cute face you’ll give.”
Gilbert couldn’t even respond before he felt something penetrate his rear entrance, another cry and shift going on below the female reaper as it happened. What was she doing to him? What was she even using that could give him that kind of a reaction where tears began flowing over and staining his rose colored, pale porcelain cheeks? The tug, shortly after, on his arms made it all to apparent.
That damn whip handle.
Tying him up and using it on him? Probably something he’d never think of. Like he’d ever thought he’d be getting raped by a damn woman like this, either, in his life.
It didn’t take long for her hips to go down on him, causing another gasp as he felt the handle of the whip go further in, penetrating him deeper as she let a rhythm start between them. His hips didn’t move, but he knew well she could get them both to where they needed to be at the end of this. Somewhere he didn’t exactly want to be, either.
Moans and sighs exchanged between them, soft lips teasingly biting at the male’s, a hand feeling up his stomach and chest beneath that shirt, while her hips rocked against him, muscles putting pressure around him as the whip handle made it’s way back and fourth behind her, sliding against his anal passage roughly without proper lubricant to help him along.
That didn’t seem to discourage the fact that he was getting off to this all.
Oz couldn’t help but try and struggle out of fear to run away. Would he be next? What would even stop her from taking him, too, if she did this all to his own servant? Though, the torture didn’t tend to last longer. Hips went down harder against the unfortunate man, the whip handle hitting just the right spots, brushing harshly against his prostate, to make him moan louder and give out trembling cries that caused Oz to shudder in horror.
Before he knew it, he was over the edge with a sharp yelp, trembling and gasping for breath beneath the older woman who let herself go, too, after feeling the warmth of his release go into her.
That sound would forever haunt the poor, tied up boy, having to have pure, emerald eyes tainted by the image that had been set before him.
Gilbert had been left on the ground, nothing to cover his lower half, as he kept his eyes shut tight. He didn’t need to see any images that would bother him. It was bad enough he had to deal with that, to go through that pain and feel that fear seep in through his skin as he endured that. For who? The sake of his master? Of course he’d do anything for the boy, but he damn well owed him for dealing with something like that.
Then again, didn’t having to see this all consider as some type of revenge?
As much as Gilbert would like to pin that as a proper punishment, he couldn’t get too far in his thoughts without the sound of red high heels clicking across the floor, a low chuckle with a deadly hint of a smile laced within it as the pink haired woman made her way from the two, leaving them in mental, yet eternal, pain.
She was gone. Far away. Never to return to the same room, to Oz’s obvious relief, despite being tied and awaiting for his servant to free him so they could flee and get help in some form.
Not like Oz could do anything through the whole thing. Gilbert had gotten raped. Raped. Right before his eyes, and he had no power over it. Alice couldn’t help, nor Uncle Oscar. Break and Sharon had been gone, too. Even if it was horrifying to sit through that, he couldn’t help but pick up several differences in the actions that occurred between the two servants.
If he didn’t know any better, he would’ve guessed that Gilbert enjoyed the whole ordeal rather than found it disgusting and unsettling. His moans, his trembles. Were they all for pleasure rather than fear or horror that he was being molested, violated, but that woman who had caused him pain moments before and times even before this meeting?
And, of course, Gilbert, moving with trembling limbs to go and free his master after becoming proper again.
A secret had been formed between the two, this day, to Oz’s unknowing nature. Gilbert had enjoyed it, those moans having been genuine and pleasing, despite how much he tried to cover them as pain and harm. A secret that had Gilbert wishing, to his own, bitter disgust, that the woman would appear and kidnap Oz again…
A shame that Oz would never know. Yet… with Gilbert’s luck, the Vessalius boy had already figured it out halfway through the ordeal.
Author: emorial
For: pandora_kink
Characters: Lotti Baskerville, Gilbert Nightray, Oz Vessalius.
Warnings: Rape, slight bondage, very minor cursing.
Rating: 18+ [ m ]
Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Tragedy
Pairings: Lotti/Gil.
Summary: Lotti kidnapped Oz and tied him up, only to rape the poor servant trying to save him right in front of the young boy's very eyes.
It wasn’t bad that this woman had found his master and tied him up. No, not at all.
The worst part was the advances she had been making while he tried to save Oz.
Maybe if it wasn’t her, just maybe, then he’d be able to save his master from the predicament that they had gotten in. That she had forced them into. Thoughts weren’t exactly in place as he tried calculating ways to getting around her to untie his precious master and rush off to some form of safety.
“What’s the matter, boy? You can’t save the thing most precious to you ~ ?”
“Sh-shut up!”
The smirk on her face grew as a tongue teasingly swept itself over her lips in silent anticipation, a gleam shining in her eye as pink oculars narrowed. The distance had already begun to shorten between the two as the predator cornered her prey with each stride. An unfair advantage between the two was obvious, and Oz could pick up on it easily. To him, it was almost like watching a lioness trap the designated target into a well hidden trap.
This, though, couldn’t compare to how the animal would tear into the flesh of the unsuspecting prey.
Gilbert tried to make a dash out of the corner, but compared to the pink-haired Baskerville, he was far too slow. There was no doubt he would never survive in strength or agility with how quick she slammed him to that wall, creating a thud loud enough to hear across the room that made Oz stare in wide-eyed horror of his poor servant.
“Gil! Are you okay?”
“Little offenders with no ability to do anything should keep quiet when it’s not their turn to scream.”
That voice alone was enough to send a shiver of fear down both Oz’s and Gilbert’s body as another thud could be heard. The woman’s knee hit the wall between the black clad man’s legs, applying pressure to the piece of meat that was the most prized on this prey, the part that she was going after the most. It didn’t help that a low laugh accompanied the advances as the woman pressed closer, pinning him between the cold, hard stone and her warm, soft body. It didn’t take long for Gilbert to realize a hand was gently caressing his cheek, golden eyes widening as he went to try and move, with no avail, again.
“Hey, boy,” she spoke, her voice low, seeping with seduction and lust as she leaned forward to place her mouth against his ear. Her breath ghosted over the skin teasingly, causing a shiver and horrible sense of arousal to course through his body. “Help big sister give a show. I’m sure your voice will outfit the screams perfectly, won’t they ~ ?”
Perhaps it wasn’t the fact that her hand was wrapping around his throat that bothered him the most. It should have, but it wasn’t. Breathing was vital, something he didn’t want to stop, but she wasn’t giving him that honor to draw fresh air into his lungs.
Being beneath her irked him to the point of wishing he had his gun so he could put the barrel to her head and shoot. The fact that her weight was causing friction to his hips and cock had to be the most pleasurable, yet infuriating, thing to have had happened to him to make him try and thrash against the restraints she had weaseled around his wrists.
A whip. Her own damn whip was what she used, and it baffled him on how he let it go unnoticed until the moment had become too late for him to fully realize what was going on.
Even the fact that his arms were tied behind him, making his back press against his arms to pin him even more was absurd. It hurt, and really, it had been a long while since Gilbert had even admitted to a pain like this. His shoulders were strained, his wrists aching at the pressure being placed by his body and causing him to be unable to move, and even his elbows were beginning to throb at the close proximity they were being forced into. Though, when was being molested and sexually abused supposed to be not painful?
“I wonder how loud you can get ~ Hopefully you don’t disappoint me,” the Baskerville spoke, leaning to give his lips a teasing kiss before she moved to brush against the membrane between his legs, her fingers working at the belt and button that kept his pants around his waist. The man’s breath picked up as his gasps pleaded in protest. Though, it was answered with no mercy, as he soon found out the more he struggled and tried to escape, the more amused and lustful the woman became with him.
A cry.
Oz couldn’t help but stare in horror as he watched the Baskerville servant reach into the Nightray’s pants, her hand grasping at the shaft, perhaps just a bit too harshly ( “It’s more pleasurable this way. Trust big sister ~” she’d coo coyly. ), for the man’s body to prepare.
Gasps had already filled the room as her hand, warm and with no lube to help it along quicker, made it’s way with a firm grasp up and down the contours of his cock. His hips had already started trembling, the heat of pleasure making him swell at every little touch she’d tease him with. A tingling sensation went down his legs as he felt the cloth of his pants and underwear slide down his legs, leaving him bare and exposed to the cold of the floor, causing his erection to grow even more.
“S-Stop…!”
“That’s right. Beg for big sister to show mercy,” she purred, letting her tongue trail up from his jaw to just under his eye, a squeeze being applied when she got to the head of his dick, causing another cry to fill the room as a few tears appeared in the black-haired servants eyes. “Show her that you have more in you.”
“Just keep looking cute, alright ~ ?”
Those words weren’t exactly what the man wanted to hear as the woman slid onto him, moving muscles to tighten around him and cause him to give out guilt-filled gasps and moans he didn’t want anyone to hear. Even if she would rather him be louder, just those alone were enough to keep her going, to keep torturing him as she chuckled low in her throat while cocking her head to the side. A smirk revealed itself on those cherry lips that had been corrupting his pure skin for however long this had been taking place.
“W-Wh… what’s so amusing…?” Even that was hard to get out with how raspy his breathing had become, his body trembling as her hand tightened around his throat, body leaning over to take his lips and tongue for a short moment as she contemplated the answer quietly.
Savoring the taste on his lips, she pulled back, chuckling again. “Mm, just thinking of what cute face you’ll give.”
Gilbert couldn’t even respond before he felt something penetrate his rear entrance, another cry and shift going on below the female reaper as it happened. What was she doing to him? What was she even using that could give him that kind of a reaction where tears began flowing over and staining his rose colored, pale porcelain cheeks? The tug, shortly after, on his arms made it all to apparent.
That damn whip handle.
Tying him up and using it on him? Probably something he’d never think of. Like he’d ever thought he’d be getting raped by a damn woman like this, either, in his life.
It didn’t take long for her hips to go down on him, causing another gasp as he felt the handle of the whip go further in, penetrating him deeper as she let a rhythm start between them. His hips didn’t move, but he knew well she could get them both to where they needed to be at the end of this. Somewhere he didn’t exactly want to be, either.
Moans and sighs exchanged between them, soft lips teasingly biting at the male’s, a hand feeling up his stomach and chest beneath that shirt, while her hips rocked against him, muscles putting pressure around him as the whip handle made it’s way back and fourth behind her, sliding against his anal passage roughly without proper lubricant to help him along.
That didn’t seem to discourage the fact that he was getting off to this all.
Oz couldn’t help but try and struggle out of fear to run away. Would he be next? What would even stop her from taking him, too, if she did this all to his own servant? Though, the torture didn’t tend to last longer. Hips went down harder against the unfortunate man, the whip handle hitting just the right spots, brushing harshly against his prostate, to make him moan louder and give out trembling cries that caused Oz to shudder in horror.
Before he knew it, he was over the edge with a sharp yelp, trembling and gasping for breath beneath the older woman who let herself go, too, after feeling the warmth of his release go into her.
That sound would forever haunt the poor, tied up boy, having to have pure, emerald eyes tainted by the image that had been set before him.
Gilbert had been left on the ground, nothing to cover his lower half, as he kept his eyes shut tight. He didn’t need to see any images that would bother him. It was bad enough he had to deal with that, to go through that pain and feel that fear seep in through his skin as he endured that. For who? The sake of his master? Of course he’d do anything for the boy, but he damn well owed him for dealing with something like that.
Then again, didn’t having to see this all consider as some type of revenge?
As much as Gilbert would like to pin that as a proper punishment, he couldn’t get too far in his thoughts without the sound of red high heels clicking across the floor, a low chuckle with a deadly hint of a smile laced within it as the pink haired woman made her way from the two, leaving them in mental, yet eternal, pain.
She was gone. Far away. Never to return to the same room, to Oz’s obvious relief, despite being tied and awaiting for his servant to free him so they could flee and get help in some form.
Not like Oz could do anything through the whole thing. Gilbert had gotten raped. Raped. Right before his eyes, and he had no power over it. Alice couldn’t help, nor Uncle Oscar. Break and Sharon had been gone, too. Even if it was horrifying to sit through that, he couldn’t help but pick up several differences in the actions that occurred between the two servants.
If he didn’t know any better, he would’ve guessed that Gilbert enjoyed the whole ordeal rather than found it disgusting and unsettling. His moans, his trembles. Were they all for pleasure rather than fear or horror that he was being molested, violated, but that woman who had caused him pain moments before and times even before this meeting?
And, of course, Gilbert, moving with trembling limbs to go and free his master after becoming proper again.
A secret had been formed between the two, this day, to Oz’s unknowing nature. Gilbert had enjoyed it, those moans having been genuine and pleasing, despite how much he tried to cover them as pain and harm. A secret that had Gilbert wishing, to his own, bitter disgust, that the woman would appear and kidnap Oz again…
A shame that Oz would never know. Yet… with Gilbert’s luck, the Vessalius boy had already figured it out halfway through the ordeal.